did you feel this
luminated night of ours?
when your quiet little sister
arrived
out of the boundless murk
invisible
like a forgotten dream
she brushed
the weary mane of our world
now so distant, so distant you seem
dear moon
yet so near
for once in a while
you still smile at me
when I close my eyes

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